Friday, August 14

No movement, not a stir, it's early Saturday morning. The smell of coffee fills the sun lite room. The film on my hand permeates the smell of ink, fresh ink. There within the layers of learning my favorite words await my arrival. Moments go by, I'm flipping faster, but with care. Just when a started to exhale my disappointment the two words, just two magnificent words almost better than the three words every women waits to hear from that special someone, the two treasure finding fantastic words that are screaming my name.....With details described like the scene of a crime, I read each word slowly. Pencil and pad I plan my attach.Last weekends finds.... Slim pick'ens on Vente du garage here in Quebec, but Oooohhhh how I anticipated and enjoyed my weekends in Michigan.

I completely and totally LOVE yard sales. This summer I found a wonderful orange plastic shopping bag/beach bag from the sixties. You know the molded hobo style faux woven plastic bag things. Wow, I have not had to describe it in words and I suck! BTW, I used to live outside of Montreal and miss the area greatly!